User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-2246928-20141206040748

The sea rat who had promoted himself to captaincy after murdering his boss previous to Slank meeting him, Sored, strode up, smiling nonchalantly at the vermin as he stepped between them. "Lads, lads, laads! No need fer alla this, ol' Raggs 'ere didn't mean nothin' by it! 'E's 'ere fer yew, same as me!" He threw a paw over the rather vengeful weasel's neck, chuckling. "No 'ard feelin's now, we're all one crew, now!" There was a flash of steel, and the weasel slumped lifelessly to the deck. The searat held a blood-stained dagger in his paw. Smiling at the two stunned groups, he spun the dagger in his fingertips before returning it to his belt, treating them to a wolfish grin. "Right then, gudd discushing. Welc'm t' th' crew! Back ter werk!" As they filed away, the discontent stunted, the rat turned to face Raggs and winked, spreading his arms wide. "An' that's 'ow ye deals wid problems! Ain't that right, eh Cap'n Raggs?"